Melted City

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Without (Shui Shui) sleeping cabin, Lianchuan can't do it (Shui Shui) will be able to recover the state, the black circle with Lin Fan ability on the neck has no effect, but if the limiter behind the neck is not removed , He will be like a machine that is not fully charged indefinitely. +++ Popular novels: www.wuxiahere.com

Because he couldn't find the direction to crack the code on the small metal beads, Lianchuan (Shui Shui) took a nap. Ning Gu had been standing outside Uncle's cabin since he woke up to now. It has been more than an hour.

Ning Gu probably did not plan to let him go to the basement to find Uncle, so he was eager to find a way to control his ability.

It seems not easy.

Lian Chuan can see from the crack of the door that he has been holding his left hand, index finger, middle finger, ring finger and little finger taking turns pointing, and also thumbs up many times, but no success.

Lian Chuan wanted to remind him which finger he shouldn’t focus on... but he didn’t think about it. After all, the longer Ning Gu had tossed, the more time he had to recover.

Two hours later, Ning Gu flung his arms back to the house, his face angry.

Lian Chuan closed his eyes and dressed (sleeping Shui).

"Don't pretend," Ning Gu said. "You can hear everyone who yells when you are sheltering. Are you still awake when I move so loudly?"

"The shelter is really inaudible, too far." Lian Chuan opened his eyes.

"If it's really like what you said," Ning Gu was still angry, "I know why my parents used me as a safe. Did they know that I couldn't control my ability at all?"

"I don't know." Lianchuan said.

"Forget it," Ning Gu sat on the table, (touching Mo) out of the little metal beads, and looked down, "I'll go after a rest. I still can't think too much about some things, the more I feel ready, The less prepared you are."

"Lin Fan has a lot of books," Lian Chuan said. "He may know how to decrypt this password."

"I can't believe them," Ning Gu said. "All three of them are lying to me."

Lian Chuan did not speak, and he was no stranger to this feeling.

"Actually, I don't hate them," Ning Gu looked at Xiaozhuzi. "I thought for a while, if you really just treat me as a container, maybe you don't need to let me grow up like an individual, although I won't let me go to the main city, But I have elders, friends, and enemies here. It’s just as good as non-fighting fights (dry gan), like all travelers."

"Huh." Lian Chuan responded.

"It's just that they have their own way to go, so they chose to hide something... they are all real travelers, they can fight side by side, and can part ways," Ning Gu said for a while, then said, "I'm the same , I am also a real traveler."

"What are your plans?" Lian Chuan asked.

"I want to know everything that no one gave me an answer to," Ning Gu said. "No one is stopping me now. I want to go where I want, and I want to do whatever I want." "

Go to the basement if you want to go to the basement.

...Not exactly.

It took Ning Gu a whole day before standing again outside Tongue Bay.

Lianchuan wants to follow him, and because of his current state of being unable to control even his uncontrollable ability, it is impossible to get rid of Lianchuan. He can only stay in the hut for a day and let Lianchuan recover for another day. .

"Will they still be in the basement?" Ning Gu walked into the thick fog that kept the sound of electro-optic burst.

The only benefit now is that the cold light bottle is no longer the only light source, and the electric light is brighter than the cold light bottle, although it is still indelible fog.

"Can there be a place to transfer those people?" Lian Chuan asked.

"I don't know," Ning Gu said. "I have found a basement for twenty-two years here, and I dare not go further."

"Don't worry too much about nails," Lianchuan said. "If he is among those people, Uncle Mad will know."

"Uncle Mad is not necessarily credible," Ning Gu said. "If he really experienced more than one generation of the main city...it must be much more cunning than the head of the group."

The aborigines are no longer nearby, and Lianchuan cannot feel any information from the aborigines.

Where did they hide? What else is in this thick fog?

"Why didn't you have (kill sha) the old ghost that day?" Ning Gu looked down at his feet, "Is there any problem with the old ghost (Shar sha)?"

"It's useful to keep him, he knows many things," Lianchuan said, "and..."

"And what?" Ning Gu turned to look at him.

"After all, they are also the travelers who came from the main city with the regiment leader," Lianchuan said. "As long as no one is hurt, Li Xiang is still letting him run."

Ning Gu sighed softly: "Between life and death."

The cracks surrounding the basement are still the same as before. The electro-optic wall blocked the road. They went around the gap where the old ghost was rescued by the indigenous people that day.

I originally thought that the gap may have been re-occupied by electro-optical light, and I need to find a place to go in again, but I didn't expect to find a huge black iron on the crack before I even got to the position.

The electric light blocked by the black iron flashed from both sides, leaving a space for two or three people in the middle.

Ning Gu did not hesitate and jumped through this gap.

When I hit the ground, I stepped on something, and banged.

He lowered his head and saw a small iron box that had been stepped on.

This is a very common thing in ghost towns. It is used to hold all kinds of gadgets, and many travelers have them.

He picked up the box and opened it. There was only a small ring in it.

"This is..." Ning Gu took out the ring and raised it to his eyes. "This is the wedding gift Li Xiang made to several travelers before..."

"Someone." Lian Chuan said suddenly on his side.

When Ning Gu heard these two words, he didn't wait until Lian Chuan suddenly lifted his neck tight when he flashed open.

Without thinking much, he leaned forward subconsciously and raised his left hand.

Just before he could see the thick fog swirling against the wind against the wind, the golden light of his fingertips had spread out.

Someone hummed low in the wind as if they were hit.

Ning Gu held the forward leaning position in shock, even with his left hand raised in the air without retracting.

"What did I do?" he whispered.

Lian Chuan glanced at him without a word, and rushed forward.

The turbulence has disappeared, and a shadow has launched a second attack over the fog.

Lian Chuan turned sideways in the air, and before the attack arrived, he had reached this person, his finger pressed against his throat.

"Uh..." The man made a difficult and broken voice.

"Uncle Mad?" Ning Gu's surprised voice came from behind.

Lian Chuan let go.

"Ning Gu?" Uncle Mad was also a little surprised, "was you just now?"

"Yes." Ning Gu came over.

"It's really you," Uncle Mad stepped back and looked at him up and down. "You end up still..."

"Or what?" Ning Gu stared at him.

"What are you doing here (dry gan)!" Uncle Mad turned back, "Who is this man?"

"Lianchuan," said Ning Gu, "do you not know the main city (sha killing) people like the cold-blooded hyenas?"

Uncle Crazy glanced at Lianchuan: "I haven't seen it again. I haven't returned to the main city since I came to the ghost town."

Ning Gu narrowed his eyes, and he could not tell whether the words of Uncle Mad were true or false.

"Why is this with you," Uncle Mad saw the small tin box in his hand and reached out to grab it, "This is iron."

Not even reaching halfway, Lianchuan grabbed it.

Lian Chuan took the tin box from Ning Gu's hand, put it in his hand, and then let go of his hand.

"Who is Ironhide?" Ning Gu asked.

Uncle Mad took a look at the tin box, put it back in his pocket, and looked back toward the basement: "A traveler there has long been missing."

"Are those people still there?" Ning Gu was anxious when he heard, "Are you all right? Did you see the nail?"

"I'm transferring them," Uncle Mad frowned, turned to the basement, and waved his hand. "You go, the basement is destroyed."

"Have you," Ning Gu's voice sank, "See the nail."

Lianchuan saw the gold (color) light flashing from Ning Gu's fingertips.

"Ning Gu." He called Ning Gu.

Uncle Mad also turned his head, and his eyes fell on Ning Gu's hands.

Ning Gu slowly raised his hand over his head: "Where is the nail."

Uncle Madness sighed after a while: "I dragged him past, he can't wake up now."

"Take me." Ning Gu said.

"Help me drag some people," said Uncle Mad, "I will take you there."

"Now take me." Ning Gu said.

"The basement is melting," Uncle Mad looked at him. "If you don't take everyone away, you will be gone."

The temperature of the ground is similar to the previous one, but it is not iced anymore, but when approaching the basement, you can feel the heat wave coming from the face.

"This is... what's wrong?" Ning Gu followed Uncle Mad into the collapsed basement.

"It's just going round and round," Uncle Mad said. "It's nothing strange, move faster."

Repeatedly.

Ning Gu didn't quite understand it, but now he can't take it into account.

There are still many people in the basement who fell to the ground and looked like (sleeping Shui) travelers.

"Only take away travelers," said Uncle Mad. "Those infected can't live."

Infected refers to a person who looks like a traveler, but his skin and eyes are gray (colored).

"What is infected?" Ning Gu dragged two travelers and gave them to the upper level of Lianchuan. Lianchuan dragged the collars of the two travelers and disappeared instantly.

"The experimental body brought back from the main city is made of indigenous people," Uncle Crazy dragged two travelers. "All along, the experimental body they sent no matter whether the experiment can be completed or not, the time will start to destroy itself... …But the subject did not self-destruct, did not know whether it was an error, or the arrangement of the main city, in short, it was like a virus, infected the aborigines...infected people will go crazy, and then dissolve... don’t stand still!”

Ning Gu quickly dragged up two travelers: "Will travelers also be infected?"

"The infected Aboriginal people are the media," Uncle Mad looked at him. "When you go to Tongue Bay several times, I think you will also be infected... fortune-telling."

"You already knew?" Ning Gu stopped, "Don't tell me?"

"I just want to be a bystander." Uncle Mad said.

"Look on? Watch what? Watch me die?" Ning Gu is unbelievable, "Old lunatic, I am good to you, help you get food, help you grab supplies, you just treat me like this?"

"What can I do," said Uncle Mad, "I told you not to go to the main city, you didn't listen, and you didn't go to Tongan Bay, would you listen? The ghost town bully can't even control the head..."

Ning Gu wanted to ask a question about his stomach, but Uncle Crazy gasped so badly that he dragged people, and he didn't know whether it was really pretended. He had to get them out first.

When Lianchuan was there, the movement was much faster. The man dragged out of the basement and handed it to Lianchuan, where he dragged it to the crack.

Ning Gu did not see Lianchuan when he dragged out the last two travelers. He dragged the man next to the black iron and saw Lianchuan standing on the other side of the black iron.

"Take it." Ning Gu gave him a glance after he said it, and he suddenly froze.

On the side of the electric fire crack, there is a huge gray (white) ball.

"Old ghost?" He suddenly jumped up nervously.

"It's okay," Lian Chuan stopped him. "He doesn't have attack power now."

"He's here to lead the way," Uncle Madness dragged the traveler out, "helping transport people over."

Ning Gu looked at the old ghost.

The old ghost has only one face left, and the body is completely wrapped in a group of indigenous people hugging each other tightly. It looks very strange, and it looks like a symbiosis with the indigenous people. body.

"That's all," said Uncle Mad, "all saved."

When Lianchuan suddenly turned around and looked around, he whispered when he met Ning Gu's eyes: "A lot of aborigines."

The old ghost opened his mouth and made a series of low throat sounds.

Several aborigines rushed out of the black mist, grabbed the travelers lying on the ground, and rushed back into the black mist again, and then more aborigines rushed out, dragging the travelers on the ground.

"If you want to see the nails," Uncle Mad looked at Ning Gu, "Just keep up."

The aborigines dragged away the direction of travelers, not deep in Tongue Bay, but farther away.

There was nothing over there. Ning Gu always felt that the end was the border, but it seemed that he would never get there.

He was a little anxious. Uncle Crazy ran very like an old man beside him. Although he didn’t think that Uncle Crazy was old many times, he now felt that Uncle Crazy was really old...

If only he and Lianchuan, he may let Lianchuan drag him away, but Lianchuan has dragged a bunch of people, it is impossible for him to drag himself and Uncle crazy.

"I will carry you," Ning Gu said. "Are you unable to run?"

Uncle Madness didn't even pause for a second, and jumped directly to his back, stroking his arm around his neck, and took a long sigh of relief: "Ah..."

Ning Gu was speechless and could only pull his arm and continue to run forward.

"How old are you?" he asked while running. "Are you 70?"

Uncle crazy smiled behind his head: "Do I look so young?"

"How old is that?" Ning Gu froze.

"I can't remember it," Uncle Madden laughed, with some emotion in his tone, "I'm too old to remember..."

"Probably?" Ning Gu asked.

"One or two hundred..." said Uncle Mad.

"Fuck your ass." Ning Gu said.

"Unbelieve?" Uncle Mad laughed happily again. "Have you ever seen a traveler die?"

"Have seen." Ning Gu said.

"Have you ever seen me die?" Uncle Mad asked again.

Ning Gu froze.

Lianchuan, who had been silent, turned his face.

"How long has the traveler been rushed to the ghost town?" said Uncle Mad, "what are the old men you saw when you were young?"

Still like that.

When he was a kid, the king of the earth was an old merchant, and he is still an old merchant.

When he was young, he was an old maniac, and he is still an old maniac...

"No one can see the beginning, and no one can see the end..." Uncle Mad said to himself.

The large gray-white ball wrapped in the old ghost has been rolling forward, and the aborigines dragging the travelers have been running forward.

Ning Gu did not know how far away he was, and he had no time to think about it.

His mind was full of words from Uncle Mad.

He had never thought about it, nor had anyone mentioned it.

Everyone will die, and travelers will not care about life or death.

But everyone's definition of (dead si) death does not seem to consider old death.

Perhaps from the day they were born, they knew that the destruction was not far away, and they were dead before they could die.

"Uncle Mad." Ning Gu's voice was low.

"Huh?" Uncle Mad responded.

"Where are you from?" Ning Gu asked.